Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the nigga
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the world, nigga
Recognize this; peep

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd up the feet up
up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I up where niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
waste my time
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, on the floor
Better yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

how we ride